‘Tom! Tom! Where are you?’
No answer.
‘Where is that boy? When I find him, I’m going to…’
Aunt Polly looked under the bed. Then she opened the door and looked out into the garden.
‘Tom!’
She heard something behind her. A small boy ran past, but Aunt Polly put out her hand and stopped him.
‘Ah, there you are! And what’s that in your pocket?’
‘Nothing, Aunt Polly.’